Puppy Blues

 Monty is asleep for 18-20 hours a day.  The four hours he is up are rough. Especially the one that happens at 4AM.  Friday arrived with me truly ready to throw in the towel.  It wad 3 weeks of disrupted sleep. I was unfocused, ruminating and teetering on depression.  Thankfully the weekend plans were good ones that distracted me from my impending malaise. 

Matt arrived home Friday night, I was in full zombie mode by then and only looking forward to sleep as Steve agreed to be on dog duty for the weekend. Saturday was Justine's baby shower which was great, so good to see all of the people from Steve's side that we have not seen in so long.  Sunday was a small BBQ with my brother, sister and their spouses as well as Chris and Mark. The food was great of course because well Steve. It was a really good day. 

Sunday night was my first good night sleep.  I woke up feeling like myself for the first time in weeks. I really hope that Monty sleeps all night soon.  School starts tomorrow I am both dreading it and looking forward to it! 

Aint life grand?

One week in, and it aint pretty people. I am stressed to a new level. The cramped space is a lot to adjust to. Well let's say this we are not suffering as people do, and I know they do. We have a kitchen, we have a bathroom, we have a bedroom with enough space for all 5 beds and dressers. We have a table we can squeeze around for a meal. But oh my are we on top of each other! Steven and I find our selves snapping too quickly. I feel on the edge of tears often. We worked so hard last weekend.
Oh yes last weekend. The move. The painful, poorly planned move. Mostly because of my inability to pack. We had Friday night a crew of young people, a student teacher from my school, her BF and his brother. We barely made a dent. The next day the ST, the brother, 3 laborers, a friend, and another who took the kids out. More progress but still bad shape the next day. All day, buyers practically tapping their toes, waiting for the keys, we finally got the last spoon out of that house. It was seriously exhausting.
Now of course we had our anniversary. We are almost too tired to care, but we did and we do. Now we are here.
The house we want to buy is months away from ready. So I must get it together. Oh so boring but true, I must attempt the whole "be strong" thing again. But really who isn't "being strong" about something at any given time?
Besides I have Myrtle Beach to think about now. Oh the packing!